Kim

The harried company CEO slowly worked his way back to the main wing of his building, fielding business calls on his cell phone and stopping for some impromptu meetings with some of the other department heads.

Ray Parker had hoped his business dealings would take his mind off what had been bothering him most today. But it was not to be. Sales projections, dealing with production delays and shipping strikes, none of it could keep him from dwelling on who could be 'the watcher'.

As he mulled it over throughout the afternoon, he couldn't believe it was anybody but Kim Richards, his beautiful receptionist. Her winning smile and ease with which she dealt with even the most irate people made her an ideal receptionist and even more irresistable potential bed partner. The fact that she was built like a fitness model and could probably crush his head between those gorgeous legs didn't make her any less a desirable candidate for 'the watcher'. She certainly saw everything that went on from her position at the main entrance area.

He flashed to the only other woman he deemed a possibility, Allison Armstrong, his assistant. As personable and efficient as she was, not to mention an absolute knockout with an ass to die for, he just couldn't imagine it was her. It was just impossible for him to believe that a person that seemed to separate her personal life from her work life so distinctly would be sending him anonymous erotic e-mails. She probably didn't even have a spare moment to breathe, with returning to work so soon after her baby and all that that entailed.

No, it had to be that gorgeous twenty-six-year-old, her auburn hair swishing about her perfect ass when she strode the halls, making him want to grab that lustrous ponytail and use it as a handle as he took her against the corridor wall. But enough about his fantasies. The day was nearing it's end and he had to catch her before she left. He couldn't possibly go another day without finding out for sure.

Ray was having second thoughts as he neared the reception area. He had been so sure twice before. What if he was wrong again?

His cock certainly didn't seem to think so. Brought back to life by his lascivious thoughts about his receptionist, it seemed to stick straight out like a divining rod, directing him to Kim's seat. He was glad the hall traffic was now light. It wouldn't be good for his staff to be seen by his, uh, staff.

Ray turned towards the front of the reception area, with his logo large and backlit behind the circular desk that was Kim's domain. The company president saw the receptionist get out from behind the desk and look around the empty foyer, oblivious to his presence behind the potted plants at the end of the carpeted reception area.

Ray watched Kim, as, satisfied she was alone, she entered the copy area behind the logoed partition.

Curious, Ray waited a few seconds, then stepped behind the partition as well. He was surprised to see Kim, her charcoal blazer off, leaning over the copy machine. The CEO thought she was having trouble and stepped up to help.

It was when he saw the flash of the open lid of the copy machine that he realized her blouse was pulled open and those jutting, pear-shaped breasts of hers were pressed against the copier's glass. Again and again, the machine flashed, as copies of those prized titties were manufactured.

"Mind if I get a copy, Kim?" Ray quietly asked from behind her.

The pretty receptionist shot up and turned around, shocked to be caught by her boss. Her white blouse still hung open, her white front clasp bra undone, her pendulous titties jutting from the opened garment.

"Oh. .my..Ray!" she stumbled over what words came to her mouth, shamed at being caught in this position. She looked down when she saw the direction her boss' eyes had travelled and hurriedly buttoned the blouse shut, missing some holes.

"I'm really sorry about this," Kim began to ramble near incoherently as she looked down at her buttons and tried to redo them properly, anything to avoid the eyes of the company president. "My fiance dared me to do it and bring him a copy. I was off the clock and I thought about everybody had left.." A tear seemed to be forming in one eye as she pictured the unemployment line.

Ray lifted her downturned head up with the tip of one finger under her small, pointed chin.
He looked into her hazel eyes, hearing her draw back a sniffle.

"Don't worry your little head about this," he told Kim comfortingly. "Just tell me, have you done any extracurricular typing lately? Anything I might need to know about?"

Kim's eyes just seemed to redden again, as she nodded her head quickly to him, unable to utter a word.

"Oh, you sweet sexy thing!" Ray cooed to her, as he gave her a chaste kiss on the lips. "Let's give your fiance a little something extra, just don't tell him where you got the idea. We need to keep this between us, right?"

Kim simply nodded her head, not sure exactly what she was agreeing to. He lifted the strongly built young woman onto the glass that her titties had been placed on earlier.

"It might work better if you take your panties off, Kim," Ray said as he lifted her slit skirt from underneath her heart-shaped ass.

"I can't, Ray" Kim simply stated, still reeling by what was happening.

"Why not, sexy?" Ray asked as he pushed between her well-muscled thighs.

"I. . I don't have any on," she told him.

"Well, that simplifies things!" Ray smiled reassuringly as he set the buttons on the machine for a dozen copies.

The CEO pushed Kim's pin-striped skirt up further, revealing her nearly hairless pussy. Only a line of fur rose from her slit to her bikini line.

As the flashes warmed the glass under his receptionist's pussy, Ray warmed the flesh inside those parted lower lips with his energized tongue. He was so happy to have found his 'watcher'. He knelt before the long-tressed beauty on the copy machine and worked her pussy over, nibbling at her button of a clit in between reaming her gash out with long swipes of his tongue.

The tense employee soon warmed up under his manipulations and held his head in place over her crotch, urging him on. She groaned passionately as she crushed his ears with her meaty thighs, pussyjuice splattering against the hot glass and sizzling.

Kim continued to sit there and bask in the afterglow, tickling behind Ray's ears gently as he continued to lap her juices. He wondered fancifully if Kim would consent to be his mistress.

The receptionist spoke first. "I just wondered how you knew about my little schoolgirl crush I had on you? All my love letters I had worked on after hours I deleted before they were ever sent."

"Love letters? Is that what you call them?" Ray smiled at her, straining to stand back up after kneeling so long.

"I know guys aren't really big into poetry and stuff, that's one reason why I didn't send them."

"Poems? I thought you meant you were the authoress of my triple X e-mail," Ray said, dumbfounded again.

"Oh no.. Allison?" Ray asked himself.

"Quiet Allison? Who'd have thought!" Kim remarked at her colleague's name.

"No, I mean, I don't know.." Ray muttered. His hardon had subsided, as he realized he was wrong again. He looked at the clock. It was almost six p.m.!

Ray knew Kim was likely to see everyone in his wing leave. "Did Allison leave yet, Kim?"

"I don't think so, Ray. She's usually one of the last ones out. Or at least she was, before the baby," Kim informed him as she recomposed herself and hopped off the copier.

Ray's eyes widened when he realized he had left his office with his e-mail onscreen. If Allison wasn't the one and she saw it.. or worse yet, one of the cleaning staff came across it..The CEO hurried quickly for his office.

"Don't you want your copies, Ray?" Kim called after him, holding some of the photocopies of her tits and ass.